Nevada County picayune., 1887-03-02

Adieu, madam, l am very sorry to be the cause of this distressing scene" With which remarks the young officer left the place.
 The wintry blast shook The leaf loss trees in the gardens of the Luxembourg on the following morning. Aud at a few minutes before eight o'clock two carriages were seen coming from opposite directions.
 They stopped near clump Of bushes. The Count de Landon aighted from one and the lieuten ant from the other. Preliminaries arranged, swords were handed the principals and at d given word the combat began. The count parried and thrust with the dexterity of a practced swOrdsman. but the re. cent graduate of the military acad- emy proved true to his training, as, with a skilful movement, he disarmed his adversary and placed him horS de combat.
 "Strike! strike! why don't yon strikeW shouted the count. The magnaninimous young officer placed his foot on the sword of his adversary, and replied: "A true soldier of France never struck an unarmed foe.
 The count and his freinds en. tered the carriage without further ado and were rapidly driven from the scene.
 Shortly after the events just re- lated the gathered storm of pOpu- lar discoutent burst forth in all it's fury. The aristocrats were hunted like wild beasts and slain where. ever found. The old Count d Arn0t fetl victim to the fury of the mob and his daughter. the lair Heloise, escaped {" the continent in com. pany with the Count de Landon, whom she subsequently, welded. The vengeance of the mob WIS swift and terrible. In a brief peri od France was thoroughly purged of the hated patIicians.
 In the meantime, the hero of many fields that brilliant meteor which dazzled the world with it's supernatural lustre, had laid the foundation of the throne to be shortly fulfilled by the hero of Morengo. Europe lay prosirate at his feet like a slain lion at the feet of a gladiator of old.
 NapOlcan Bonaparte issued a manifesto granting amnesty to the rXilcd BourhonS, and after several years of exile most of them return ed 10 France. Among those who returned were the Count de Lan don and his young bride, who still retained her wonderful beauty of grace and form. The count, how. ever, was only living in his native land a short while when he lost the remnant of has shattered for. tune.
 One night while walking in the streets of Paris, he had inadver- tcntly strayed into a qulet thor. oughfare. He was walking slowly and when under a lamp, stranger coming in an opposite direction met him face to lace. The count stared at the man, who was muf- fled in military cloak, and at once recognized him as his adver- sary in the gardens of the Luxem' bourgh. The recognition was mu- tual. The man advanced, and. lowing, said: "Monsieur le Comte, the last time we met it was in dead ly strife; let us be friends"
 The count grasped the proffered hand and answered: "You've cer- tainly proven yOurselfa a noble, and the object of our dispute. Heloise d'Arnot, my wife, will be pleased to hear of our meeting.
 The Count de Landon then re- lated in full the manifold misfor- tunes which bcfell his house, and finally admitted his poverty. His old adversary promised to call at his house the following day, and finally left him, after many express sions of sympathy.
 On the following day an officer in gorgeous uniform drove hastily to the door of the conni, and alight- iny, entered. He hurriedly in. formed them that his master, their friend, desired to see them imme- diately.
 
 They entered the carriage await